Since the day David McCallum hit it big as a TV actor, his front door has
been closed to the public, the press and all those other people who come on
strong when a star makes it. David made no bones about the decision, no excuses--he
just shut the door and let everyone else be hanged. He had a wife and a family
to protect, he had his own peace of mind to guard, and if this meant doing things
the public or the press or anyone else didn’t approve of, then he’d
risk their wrath. Surprisingly, no one objected, not even the studio, when David
insisted his contract include clauses that his family must travel with him.
People felt that here, at last, was a man who was master of his domain, a man
who would protect his loved ones at all cost. How lucky his children were to
have a father like David! How lucky Jill Ireland was to have a husband who would
risk so much to protect her. And across the country people were warmed by the
thought of all that happiness behind that locked front door in Hollywood. And
whenever the McCallums did venture out, it was only for work or to attend some
shindig at which David was nominated for an award, or to have a quiet dinner
wit their pal Charles Bronson--one of the few Hollywood people they’d
known for years. And if David were too tired to go, Jill and Bronson dined alone
with David’s blessing Yes, the McCallums led a very quiet life but it
was the life they wanted--or so everyone thought until one day last May. That
was the day the world learned David and Jill were separated. That was also the
day Jill told a PHOTOPLAY reporter that the closed-front-door policy was all
David’s doing, that she had never wanted the island of isolation David
had built for his family.
“He placed us in a protective shell that his weary judgment and calculation
dictated was for our own good,” Jill said after revealing to friends that
she and David not only had separated, but were going to be divorce3d. And, further,
she was going to marry Charles Bronson, the buddy whom McCallum had not only
introduced to his wife, but sanctioned as her business partner.
“It was only for his own convenience that he designed this shelter for
his children and his wife,” Jill went on, speaking partly in bitterness,
partly in relief that finally she could set the record straight. “In a
large sense, he abandoned us for the career that consumed increasing amounts
of his time and took him away from us for painfully long periods.
“It was bad enough that we hardly saw him when he was home, working as
he did Monday through Friday. In between he’d be with us to eat and sleep--and
learn his lines. Then came the tours and finally his movie-making commitments
abroad And all the time we were restricted, tied to the homestead like a feudal
baron’s kith and kin. It was unbearable.”
When Jill told the world she’d decided to cross the “moat to freedom”
she was in her native London visiting her parents. Not too surprisingly, Bronson
happened to be in London at the very same time. David, meanwhile, was doing
what comes naturally. He was in Rome filming “Three Bites Of The Apple,”
and still, as always, besieged by the surge of feminine fans.
How did he take this startling news, initiated by Jill’s friends after
they had been taken into her confidence? “Jill and I have maintained a
formal separation for some time,” he offered magnanimously. “I think
it wise I make no more comment on this situation until I return to Los Angeles
to talk to Jill personally.”
McCallum implied that the separation was precipitated by his film assignment
in Italy, but this was open to wide dispute. According to their friends in Hollywood,
the McCallums had been “separated” for many months before David’s
departure for Rome. “They may have been living in the same house,”
said one friend, “but the discontent was beginning to curl his hair

Detecting the rift
“He had set up such a formidable screen of isolation around his family
that it was almost impossible to detect the rift that was in the making. But
those of us who were close to them knew it was coming. David was aware of our
awareness, and he tried all the harder by isolating himself from us. But a good
many of their friends are closer to Jill than they are to David. And the extraordinary
circumstance is that many of the most observant of these friends came to know
the McCallums through David--in happier times.”
The first early rumblings to filter out to the world came when Jill and Bronson
were seen together in public. Their initial outing didn’t cause a stir,
but when they were spotted a second, third, and fourth time, tongues began to
cluck.
Outwardly, David played it super cool, like Illya Kuryakin on “The Man
From U.N.C.L.E., ” with characteristic detachment.
Then something happened that all at once caused many of the family’s intimates,
who knew about the rift, to make a mad rush for the psychology manuals. It was
so unusual, in fact, that they seriously tried to equate this episode with David’s
characteristic attitude when he’s asked for his reaction to the screaming
adolescent mobs who follow him around.
As a rule he’ll shrug it off, as if to say, “It’s the price
you pay for being a pop culture hero.” He barely ever allows himself more
than a vague look of pain when idolizing fans ruin his sports coat. One must
look deep into David’s fact to see the tiny signs which betray the truth--that
sometimes David McCallum finds the price of fame a bit too high.
David’s attitude toward Jill and Charles had the same misleading emotional
reticence as his feelings on his career. He pretended there was nothing wrong
between him and Jill. But then came a discovery.
A PHOTOPLAY reporter was walking past a show in Los Angeles that was being prepared
for its gala opening as an art studio. There was no particular reason to look
into the window other than ordinary curiosity. The prime source of attraction
was the slender, blond young man standing on a ladder just inside the entrance,
slapping gobs of paint on the ceiling. Impossible!

Helpful David
The man on the stepladder? None other than David McCallum! And there wasn’t
a TV or movie camera within miles. This was no film. It was the real thing.
Jill and Charles were opening the art gallery--and David was helping them to
get started
Was it any wonder when our reporter consulted the McCallums’ friends,
he found them consulting the psychology books?
Those who weren’t aware of the rift in David’s and Jill’s
private life looked upon the opening of the art gallery as another commonplace
phenomenon of Hollywood, where partnerships between unlikely persons are extremely
commonplace But the McCallums’ friends knew otherwise. They saw it as
an open break--the beginning of the end of their marriage.
The handwriting on the wall became news printed stories a short while later,
when David went off to his movie-making in Rome and Jill popped over to London
with sons Paul, nine, Jason, four, and Valentine, three, on what ostensibly
was a visit to her parents Whether by design or by accident, Jill’s visit
to the British capital occurred at precisely the same time that Charles Bronson
was filming “The Dirty Dozen.”
Just days later newspapers broke the story of the McCallums’ pending divorce
and Jill’s rumored marriage to Charles Bronson.
A PHOTOPLAY correspondent in England, who spoke to David in Rome by phone and
learned that he and Jill were separated, also spoke to his beautiful blond wife.
After Jill had explained why she had decided on the “amicable” divorce,
she was asked if she had seen Bronson in London.
“Bronson? Of course I’ve seen him here,” she trilled. “He’s
a charming man.”
And Bronson, who was apparently taken aback by the explosive situation that
had sprouted so suddenly, burst out with, “I don’t give a damn for
myself, but I do care about the effect all of this is having on Jill!”
Not a word of concern about what effect all this was having on his best friend
David McCallum
Who is to blame for the breakup? Can it be the marriage was to hast to begin
with? It’s silly to ask, but what was it McCallum said about how it happened?

So far…
“I knew her only for seven days before we were married…ordinarily
I would consider that very risky, but it has seemed to work out so far.”
Why did David have to put in that added bit--so far--when he was telling us
how successful the marriage had been? Was he uncertain whether it would last?
There are some who say that Jill, although she betrayed no outward regrets at
having given up her career as an actress of no small fame in England, secretly
felt she had made too great a sacrifice for marriage.
David himself admitted that Jill “had a far, far bigger reputation in
England than I have here now.” He added, “I appreciate everything
she’s done for me--including my haircuts. She is also an extraordinarily
kindly, vicious critic of my work, which is very helpful.”
But life in a four-story, ten-room house in the picturesque Hollywood Hills,
plus all the wonderful joys that three young sons surely provide, may not be
everything that Jill Ireland had bargained for when she married McCallum. For
one thing, she hadn’t counted on David’s instant success that swept
him away from the home and hearth.
And all the time there was that “screen of isolation” which Jill
talked about. Was Jill the type of person, after the freedom of life and the
stardom she’d enjoyed, to sit still for long--”tied to the homestead
like a feudal baron’s kith and kin” with the children?
Evidently, from what McCallum had said, he thought it would work. “I look
upon my acting as the career that brings the bread in. Jill looks upon her work
as something she doesn’t have to do in order to be economically stable.
In Hollywood, usually if the man is doing what I’m doing, the wife cannot
be a successful actress in her own right. But we have been trying it, and Jill
is becoming very successful independently.” So successful, that she was
selected for the coveted female role in this season’s new TV series, “Shane.”
Yet there’s going to be a divorce. Despite all the time and intensity
that David McCallum had invested in a marriage that fit into his own private
design, it failed
The home McCallum had said was for him, “to sleep and eat and learn my
lines,” was not the home he’d hoped for.
As a wiser man has said, “Many a man who pays rent all his life owns his
own home; and many a family has successfully saved for a home only to find itself
at last with nothing but a house.” Be it house or home, it is without
a wife--lost, of all things, to David McCallum’s best friend.
--CHRYS HARANIS

Watch David on “The Man From U.N.C.L.E.,” Friday, 10 P.M., EDT,
NBC-TV. Be sure to see his two movies: MGM’s “Around The World Under
The Sea,” and “Three Bites Of The Apple,” coming soon